Why I’m Left

I’m Left all the way down to my bones. My bone marrow is made up of lots of microscopic Karl Marx mustaches. It’s partly why I’m so curmudgeonly.

When I was born I was brought home from the hospital to a house that grew mushrooms in the hallway. I was raised in a council house until I was 14 years old. My mother and I lived in a cluster of homes shared by the isolated elderly, refugees, single parents with highly special needs children, drug dealers and chop shops.

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